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do OWN Sapphire, Merrimack, Marion and any other future characters that pop
out of my wild imagination. Please don't make us mad by stealing our
precious peoples. Please also do not make me, myself, & I , mad by suing us
for any reason. We are innocent precious... Once again, for all of you
conspirating lawyers out there, ME, MYSELF, & I DO NOT OWN ANY OF MASTER
TOLKIEN'S CHARACTERS, PLACES, SETTINGS, PLOT, OR WORK. They ARE NOT mine.
Now, please read. : )
Tears that Cannot Dry
Chapter 1
As morning sunlight crept over the verge, it quietly stepped into a small room. The sweet light pried open the eyes of a young hobbit lass. She yawned and stared in affection at the sweet sun through her stained glass window. Nothing was more wonderful than watching it's palet of colors reflect off of ponds, and wrap around the fields of her father. There were only two possible words to describe it as she layed in bed. Benevolent bliss. She smiled to herself and put her head on her hand as she stared at the awakening sun. Her short brown hair fell down as she slowly pulled it out of a small bun at the back of her head, and her aquamarine eyes sparkled in the morning light, though a dreary sleepiness haunted them. She watched it rise for a few seconds and then buried her face in her pillow. 'Just a few more minutes of peacefulness. Thats all I'm asking for. I know we just moved to the Shire, but please, just a few minutes of rest...'
"Saphire! Darling, it's time to wake up." Her mother swung the door open and began cleaning up her room.
"Mum. I am awake."
"Darling you need to get up then. Your dog has been lying next to your bed all night long and now she's left. Doesn't that have any meaning to you?"
"Yes mum."
"Then why aren't you-"
"Because she always gets up before me. Mum, if I were to wake up at the same time she did, well, she likes getting up before me." Sapphire Willow Underhill grumbled into her pillow.
"Sweety, you need to get up, your friends from Hobbiton are probably going to be coming down to welcome you."
"But mum..."
"I'll leave you alone and go fix breakfast. Honestly, darling, you need to get up and get ready."
"Oh yes. I forgot. Society is everything." Sapphire mimicked as she rolled over.
"Darling. Your younger brother is going to be up soon." Her mother informed as she slowly walked out of the room and closed the door. Instantly Sapphire jumped up and charged over to her dresser. She quickly took off her beautiful, silky night clothes and exchanged them for day clothes. She grabbed a brush and quickly combed it through her hair and then dropped it onto the bed carelessly.
"Sapphire. You better make your bed..." Marion, her mother, warned from the kitchen.
"But..."
"You can do what ever you want after you make your bed." Sapphire quickly pulled the covers up and fluffed up the pillows. Once it was made she lay down on it carefully so as not to make a mess. Sighing she looked out the stained glass window. The fields were beautiful. New grass carressed the vision as the blinding reflection of the sun on water cut violently into the center of attention. She sighed and closed her eyes. Breathing in slowly, and relaxing she listened carefully for the light footsteps. Then she caught them. Her young brother's hobbit feet were stealthy, but were unaccustomed to the new, polished floors. Sapphire frowned, but he was always quiet on his feet. Then she caught the low key swish of fabric on the floor. He was crawling. Sapphire listened as he drew next to her bed, she could feel him lean against the bed as he attempted to silently stand up. She could feel him crouching, ready to attack. But before he could she rolled over and looked at him, a smile running across her face.
"Boo!" She laughed. Merrimack stood amazed and surprised for a moment, staring at her in horror, and then broke into peals of laughter.
"Come here silly." She picked him up and put him on her lap as she herself sat up. He leaned against her and looked up at her face.
"I need work on crawl?"
"Yes you do goose." She tweaked his nose, "What was a brave little hobbit lad like yourself doing crawling around on the floor? Such a hobbit should be riding gallantly on a horse, not wearing in his new breeches."
"My knees sore." He frowned.
"They probably are. There's a reason I don't crawl around on the floor you know."
"You no sneak up on me." He smiled victoriously.
"No 'mack. It's cause I don't want to wreck my knees." She kissed the top of his forehead.
"I help da today."
"Yes you do. Come on, Mum made us some breakfast." She lifted him up, placed him on the ground, and took his small hand in hers. He looked completely different than she did and the people of bree had always believed that they had adopted 'Mack. He had shining blue eyes, to replace her sparkling green. But they were also alike, they both had the same ash- brown, silky hair, and the same sunkissed skin. They also, which few people knew, had the same keen love for adventure, action, and danger.
"Saphi?" He whispered, using the name he had made up for her when he got tired of her real one, "When we go back to Bree?"
She smiled sadly down at him as he looked at her with hope. " 'Mack, I'm not sure if we are going back, " She bent down on her knees next to him as she saw his bottom lip tremble, "But it's okay because we can have even better adventures here. And there'll be lots more hobbits to meet."
"But I want go to Bree." He stomped his foot. Sapphire sighed and hugged him.
"We all do 'Mack, but we just can't besides, we get to explore unseen lands while we are here."
"But I don't like Shire." He whispered.
"Do you like Buckland?"
"Buckland?"
" 'Mack, that's where our new house is. Silly." He immediately stopped pouting and smiled.
"I know. Mum has breakfast. Go!" He went behind her and started trying to push her to the table.
"I'm going, I'm going!" She laughed.
Now, please read. : )
Tears that Cannot Dry
Chapter 1
As morning sunlight crept over the verge, it quietly stepped into a small room. The sweet light pried open the eyes of a young hobbit lass. She yawned and stared in affection at the sweet sun through her stained glass window. Nothing was more wonderful than watching it's palet of colors reflect off of ponds, and wrap around the fields of her father. There were only two possible words to describe it as she layed in bed. Benevolent bliss. She smiled to herself and put her head on her hand as she stared at the awakening sun. Her short brown hair fell down as she slowly pulled it out of a small bun at the back of her head, and her aquamarine eyes sparkled in the morning light, though a dreary sleepiness haunted them. She watched it rise for a few seconds and then buried her face in her pillow. 'Just a few more minutes of peacefulness. Thats all I'm asking for. I know we just moved to the Shire, but please, just a few minutes of rest...'
"Saphire! Darling, it's time to wake up." Her mother swung the door open and began cleaning up her room.
"Mum. I am awake."
"Darling you need to get up then. Your dog has been lying next to your bed all night long and now she's left. Doesn't that have any meaning to you?"
"Yes mum."
"Then why aren't you-"
"Because she always gets up before me. Mum, if I were to wake up at the same time she did, well, she likes getting up before me." Sapphire Willow Underhill grumbled into her pillow.
"Sweety, you need to get up, your friends from Hobbiton are probably going to be coming down to welcome you."
"But mum..."
"I'll leave you alone and go fix breakfast. Honestly, darling, you need to get up and get ready."
"Oh yes. I forgot. Society is everything." Sapphire mimicked as she rolled over.
"Darling. Your younger brother is going to be up soon." Her mother informed as she slowly walked out of the room and closed the door. Instantly Sapphire jumped up and charged over to her dresser. She quickly took off her beautiful, silky night clothes and exchanged them for day clothes. She grabbed a brush and quickly combed it through her hair and then dropped it onto the bed carelessly.
"Sapphire. You better make your bed..." Marion, her mother, warned from the kitchen.
"But..."
"You can do what ever you want after you make your bed." Sapphire quickly pulled the covers up and fluffed up the pillows. Once it was made she lay down on it carefully so as not to make a mess. Sighing she looked out the stained glass window. The fields were beautiful. New grass carressed the vision as the blinding reflection of the sun on water cut violently into the center of attention. She sighed and closed her eyes. Breathing in slowly, and relaxing she listened carefully for the light footsteps. Then she caught them. Her young brother's hobbit feet were stealthy, but were unaccustomed to the new, polished floors. Sapphire frowned, but he was always quiet on his feet. Then she caught the low key swish of fabric on the floor. He was crawling. Sapphire listened as he drew next to her bed, she could feel him lean against the bed as he attempted to silently stand up. She could feel him crouching, ready to attack. But before he could she rolled over and looked at him, a smile running across her face.
"Boo!" She laughed. Merrimack stood amazed and surprised for a moment, staring at her in horror, and then broke into peals of laughter.
"Come here silly." She picked him up and put him on her lap as she herself sat up. He leaned against her and looked up at her face.
"I need work on crawl?"
"Yes you do goose." She tweaked his nose, "What was a brave little hobbit lad like yourself doing crawling around on the floor? Such a hobbit should be riding gallantly on a horse, not wearing in his new breeches."
"My knees sore." He frowned.
"They probably are. There's a reason I don't crawl around on the floor you know."
"You no sneak up on me." He smiled victoriously.
"No 'mack. It's cause I don't want to wreck my knees." She kissed the top of his forehead.
"I help da today."
"Yes you do. Come on, Mum made us some breakfast." She lifted him up, placed him on the ground, and took his small hand in hers. He looked completely different than she did and the people of bree had always believed that they had adopted 'Mack. He had shining blue eyes, to replace her sparkling green. But they were also alike, they both had the same ash- brown, silky hair, and the same sunkissed skin. They also, which few people knew, had the same keen love for adventure, action, and danger.
"Saphi?" He whispered, using the name he had made up for her when he got tired of her real one, "When we go back to Bree?"
She smiled sadly down at him as he looked at her with hope. " 'Mack, I'm not sure if we are going back, " She bent down on her knees next to him as she saw his bottom lip tremble, "But it's okay because we can have even better adventures here. And there'll be lots more hobbits to meet."
"But I want go to Bree." He stomped his foot. Sapphire sighed and hugged him.
"We all do 'Mack, but we just can't besides, we get to explore unseen lands while we are here."
"But I don't like Shire." He whispered.
"Do you like Buckland?"
"Buckland?"
" 'Mack, that's where our new house is. Silly." He immediately stopped pouting and smiled.
"I know. Mum has breakfast. Go!" He went behind her and started trying to push her to the table.
"I'm going, I'm going!" She laughed.